This is a world, much like yours and mine, where there is injustice and pain and misfortune; wretched joys and misplaced affection; almost the same down to the very last particle of existence. While our world is still tucked away deep in the filing cabinet of the universe, however, this particular world had been, as it were, plucked from its comfortable niche and thrust into the bureaucratic spotlight of Business Experiments.
Similarly-performing worlds were stuck fast in the miasma of mediocrity. Could an intervention help? Task committees quibbled. What kind of numbers are we talking? What about the cost to morale and morality? And did anyone send out for lunch?
Ultimately, this particular world was assigned a… custodian. A messianic maid carrying rapture-strength cleaner and a memorandum from on high titled Re: Your Littering Problem.
Heaven’s one permanent commandment was punishable by immediate death: no littering. Anyone who knowingly harmed the environment was suddenly rinsed out of the human race.